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juice wrld - on to the next one (freestyle) lyrics

hmm, that was interesting
whats that genre called?
uk drill, okay uuh
it kinda sound like chicago drill though
sound like some dj l sh-t
you know dj l? you heard dj l? yeah
uhuh yeah
lets see how long i could rap
lets see how long they could act
i was just up in the trap
i had my gun in my lap
i shoot a n-gg- like crabs
i shake up, i dont do dab
run up on me then i run up on him with that chopper he hittin’ the lab
i add it up i add the bodies up that is the aftermath
up in school he wanna fight, i beat him up after cl-ss
then i meet at the next cl-ss and beat him up after that
i had the last laugh
bombin’ like baghdad, where my dad at?
guess he a bad dad, that was his last chance
i am the last man, they k!lled everyone of my n-gg-s
i am the last man, this is the last stand, i got the big bands
ay, i could rap on anything, married to a wedding ring yuh
need a crown i been the king yuh, n-gg-s funny, jerry spring-yuh
i don’t got time for it nuh, i just write time for it yuh
pull up on him, god d-mn, i’m a up the odd got a nine for it yuh
i feel like a chiropractor when i get it crackin’ ima crack a spine
i’m a f-ck a b-tch so good, she gon’ let me hit it from behind yuh
matter fact i pull up on you wit’ a chopper to yo brain and change your mind yuh
im at the top of the top, but its still more to climb yuh
i change the climate, pull up on him im shining
two tone skeleton a.p on the way rolly diamonds
n-gg-s talkin’ down to me, but all this n-gg-s under me
actin’ like some pirates, cause they tryna rob and plung-e me
but i ain’t got no time, i just got my 40, and i got your shawty
off of the molly, up in the party, she actin’ naughty
i tell her sorry i cannot f-ck, i wanna play her like an atari
i just made [?], gotta go to paris, coolin with [?] yuh
vlone on me uh yeah, revenge on me yuh aye, thats your homie
i may k!ll him f-ck your homie yuh aye, thats by my lonely
only wanted me no cloney, i can’t f-ck her if she not thick, cause i really
don’t f-ck with the boneys
yeah hm
f-ck 12, i don’t f-ck wit’ the police
these n-gg-s, fake friends, hatin’, thinkin’ that they know me
i got the force like obi-wan, last name ken-bi
course i’m with a white b-tch, still catching the nose bleeds

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